A-c-e-t-o-n-e

I'll start with death. Death is what everything leads back to, anyway. People say there's a big picture to everything. A picture so big that our minds cannot even comprehend the mechanics of its existence. You and I, we're all part of it. And somewhere there exists some kind of omni-present being, controlling it all. It's all crap. How do I know? I'm only human. I couldn't possibly understand the complexities of a thing as intricate as the entire universe, could I? Well guess what? I'm dead. And there was no judgment. No white light. No one came to guide me to the "afterlife". Here I am, a remnant of what used to be an identity, a living,